Page 38 of Shifter Situations

I wasn’t picky. Angry sex sounded amazing.

I didn’t have any complaints about their exercising. I needed the quiet moment to think through the tangle of shit in my head.

Connecting the static sound to Dominic was really shaking me up.

It had been almost two weeks since we were in Baton Rouge, and I didn’t know enough about the SEF47 to pinpoint when he’d used it. I did wonder if stronger supes could maintain control of themselves for a longer period of time after being given the drug, though.

But what the fuck was I supposed to do with this knowledge now? I’d left him in charge of the vampires. As the second in command of the House of Vampyre, Dom was supposed to have their best interests in mind.

I didn’t know which way to go in order to fix my fuck up.

We would have to go back to Baton Rouge, take him out, put someone else in charge, and then get back to our own shit… Or I could let Blair handle it. She was more than competent enough to get rid of Dom, be in a position of authority, and eradicate the drug usage amongst the vampires.

I’d need to make sure she was okay with it, but that choice would mean that we wouldn’t need to backtrack. I could keep looking for the angel—or start looking for him.

I also needed to get into the fae realm and find my father. It had been almost two weeks since we’d heard from him. I had a feeling he was in trouble, but I wasn’t quite sure how to tackle that mountain yet.

And beyond all that, I was having a hard time comprehending the things that Novak had said to me.

It was complicated to interpret all of my thoughts and plans into words. It wasn’t impossible, but it was something that I knew I needed to work on. I couldn’t figure out how to explain to them that sometimes I didn’t think about the things that I did.

I didn’t plan them.

I just did them.

So while they wanted me to be open with them, I really needed them to understand that I had already been more open than I had ever been. It had taken me months to show York some of the things they already knew about me.

We’d only been together for three weeks. That wasn’t enough of a timeframe for us to fully understand each other, and I felt like trust was earned over time.

Yes. It had been a whirlwind three weeks, but it still hadn’t even been a complete month.

We’d been inseparable during this time. Not a single day had gone by where we hadn’t been together or seen each other almost all day or night.

I couldn’t recall ever spending so many days in a row with someone other than Jack.

When I thought about it in that context, it made me wonder how I would feel about the guys if I didn’t get to spend every day with them.

Would our relationships have taken longer to build?

Would I trust them less?

Would I have shown them less of me?

The answer to all of those questions was a resounding yes. Spending less time with them wouldn’t have diminished my feelings toward them, but it would have made them slow-brewing. I wouldn’t have shown them nearly as much of myself or instilled the level of trust in them that I currently had.

But I did want to see them every day. I wanted to trust them with everything. I wanted them to know all about the pieces of me, and I wanted the same in return.

It was a lot to unpack, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to unpack all of it.

But my heart wanted what it wanted. Fuck what my brain thought.

As I sat back and truly admired my mates, the idea of loving all of them continued to circulate through my mind. And finally, it felt like the useless organs were collaborating together on the same fucking page.

I could love all six of them.

And I would… It was just a matter of time.

I had been struggling with the remaining tethers of my feelings for York for years. Even when he was gone and my heart was left shattered, I couldn’t force myself to not love the fucking druid. Every day that I’d spent with him lately had reminded me of all the things that made me fall for him in the first place.